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Ron at the Yule Ball

When your constant mortal peril becomes a running gag. 

The Lion With The Red Mane

Thanks for asking!

So, in Greek Mythology, Heracles (yeah, it's not Hercules that's the roman one) has about 50 kids with 50 princesses. The Weasley family happens to descend from one of these kids, and Ron happens to inherit Heracles's powers. Strength, superhuman durability, superhuman senses and a strong sense of courage.

He has an irrational anger towards centaurs, has a good aim, finds Fluffy adorable, loves Care of Magical Creatures, and finds Luna's lion hat the coolest thing ever.

The fic mainly starts in GoF, but it has a few scenes of how Harry, Ron and Hermione deal with some of the things in their first three years. During the Triwizard Tournament Ron realizes he's not the only one with a god's powers.

Here's a snippet:

That event however didn’t stop Fred and George’s teasing for a long time, they would sometimes throw kitchen knives and sharp objects at Ron and were always amused when said objects did nothing to their little brother.

Sometimes a small object would make its way under the fridge, like when Mr. Weasley had dropped his wand and it rolled under the fridge. Ron simply picked up the fridge and handed the wand back to his dad. Bill and Charlie were always impressed and they would ask Ron to throw a rock as hard as he could. Or throw a gnome with only his index finger and thumb to see how far he could throw it. Or to pick up a fallen tree trunk and making a bridge to go over the river in the forest near the Burrow. There was an endless amount of things that the two of them would come up with for Ron to do.

Percy would ask his father to bring him books regarding wizards with an incredible amount of strength like Ron, it was only until he had turned ten years old that he had given up and decided that maybe Ron was strong just because.

Ginny liked calling Ron his big strong brother. When she and Ron had to stay on the ground as there were no more brooms to play Quidditch with the others, she would wonder out loud what it was like to fly a broom, she had been five and Ron seven, but at that young age Ron simply picked her up and launched her upwards. She squealed in excitement as Ron kept tossing her like a Quaffle.

RWatHT - Chapter 20: Sweetest of Nightmares

Ron was nervous. How could he not be? Tonight was the Ball. In just a few minutes he would have to go down and dance in front of almost all of Hogwarts. It felt like the Yule Ball all over again, but a bit better. This time there were no ugly maroon robes, but instead deep burgundy velvet dress robes with golden lining. They looked good, far better than what he had last year. The design was immaculate with a sleek golden lion shoulder pad on top of one of his arms which held his blonde fur cape.

The robes had been a gift from Master Gryffindor that he had forcefully accepted. He almost rejected them, until he told him he was going to throw him in the middle of the Great Hall naked if he did not accept them. He was sure his Master was only joking. But not so sure as to find out.

His hair was managed as well, although he most likely still needed to cut it. Thankfully, Daphne had been nice enough to have given him some hair products to use. 

The Ball was any minute now. Ron descended down the stairs. Harry, Ginny, Neville and Dean were sitting on the couch waiting. Ginny and Dean were going together, and although Ron found the pairing weird he was sure it was quite harmless. Neville had been a surprise, Luna had decided to invite his blonde dorm mate, and the poor bloke had been clearly relieved of his constant search for a date. Harry was another story, he had also managed to put his date to the Ball till the last minute one more time. And now he was as stuck as one could get with a date he had no interest with.

“You look good for a change,” Ginny teased.

“Shut up,” Ron responded. He cleared his throat, before asking Ginny the question he wanted to ask. “Is… Is she…?”

“She’ll be down any minute now,” she said with a smile.

“I hope so,” he nervously checked his dress robes. “Do I look good?”

“You look great mate,” Dean said, most likely trying to assure him. Ron looked to Harry for confirmation who nodded his head. 

Then, Ron heard it. The subtle set of steps he had walked with for 5 years. He turned to look before anyone else. There she was. Hermione Granger. Her brown hair was up in a bun on her head, with some strands of hair falling down and reaching her neck essentially framing her beautiful face. She was not wearing the periwinkle dress she had worn last year, instead she wore a champagne-coloured dress adorned with red lining and an intricate red pattern at the bottom that matched his own dress robes. She looked even more beautiful than last year, perhaps she had grown or maybe it was because she had chosen him.

Her cheeks were a bit pink, although Ron did not know if it was because of her make-up or another reason. Although she was wearing some short heels, he was still nearly a head taller than her. 

“Hi,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hi,” she almost whispered, as if they had a secret. The two remained in silence only staring at each other, when Harry cleared his throat.

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Potters Look Quite Like Gingers Nowadays

Can't believe someone actually asked, but I'm happy to respond.

This one is a One-Shot Crack Fic I'm working on from book 2 to the final book.

Basically, Snape finds out about the whole Malfoy calling Hermione a mudblood incident in Chamber of Secrets, but instead of being angry at Malfoy for saying mudblood he projects himself onto him, and basically tries to set them up.

He fails because Hermione finds Malfoy repulsive and Malfoy really doesn't want to date Hermione, but still does what Snape tells him to because he's scared of his unstable Potions Professor.

Snape also begins to let go of his hatred for Harry and begins concentrating it on Ron, that's where the title comes from. I've just written a couple of paragraphs, but I hope it will turn out okay.

Here's little snippet:

Snape stared at Malfoy with such hatred, such repulsion and anger. That when Draco Malfoy finally raised his head, he realized he was looking into himself. The young Malfoy's grey eyes reflected his own dark and slumping figure, and there he realized they were one in the same. Two poor souls, unable to...

To be with the one they loved…

Yes, poor Malfoy truly had screwed it up. He had screwed it up far earlier than he had. With the exact same horrible word that had cost him his Lily. And then the disappointed came in, this world was so wretched that it could never let two tortured souls be with the one they love.

Malfoy stared up at him, and Snape then realized he so hope. Desperation. Fear. A thousand emotions that swam in his eyes. Surely, it was hope for Snape to fix this situation. Desperation for him and his lovely muggle-born Gryffindor to belong together. Fear of losing her forever.

"Mr. Malfoy," he said in his normal stern voice. He gulped, the poor boy he truly was scared of losing his Lil–Hermione. "Do not worry."

And then his previous frown became a slow smirk that overtook his features.

"You are not losing her," Snape continued. "I'll do everything in my power to get you and Ms. Granger together."

The poor boy, he was so excited he became almost petrified.

Heart attacks symptoms are different for women. I recently learned this. 

I was not tagged, but I think this is fun!

Monstrously And Remarkably Variable Education Levels

Potters Look Quite Like Gingers Nowadays

Mixed Weasley Arts

The Lion with the Red Mane

Hermione Doesn’t Rhyme With Anything

For Love Of All Things

Our Weasley King

Lovers in a Wrong House

Playing It Cool

Bloody Constant Vigilance

The Rat with the Lion Heart

Blood Tracks

Anam Cara

Let Me Love Your Pain

I too don't think I have as many friends as I do WIPs, but I'll try and tag authors whose work I really like.

Tagging @simplyswooningk @mertronus @cheesyficwriter @reallybeth9

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hopefully it’s okay that I am going to consider a series as one even though I have multiple chapters. Also, not sure I have as many friends as I do WIPs.

A Touch of Mystery

Crack Fic

Work Husband

The Second of January

DINK Elope

How Long Was I Asleep

Voodoo

Eavesdrop

Elope 1

Amnesty

Pity Snog

MBMW

Tagging @adenei @accio-broom @voldemorts-tap-shoes @be11atrixthestrange @acnelli and encouraging any one else to join in!

Chapter five here!

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Ron Weasley and the Hogwarts Tournament

New Chapter out! 

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RWatHT - Chapter 21: Desertion

Ron rubbed the back of his head, his forehead against the table in his private dormitory. He was trying his hardest to stop himself from thinking, from existing, his head hurt like hell, and he did not know what to do. He wanted to stop himself from crying, he felt pathetic, lower than dirt, and the worst of the worst.

‘She would have never picked you,’ it was the voice in his head, the one that had always been there, ever since Muriel explained the pity she felt for Ron’s mother when Ron had turned out to be a boy instead of the girl his mother had always wanted. ‘She is the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she will be Minister of Magic one day or perhaps something greater. Why would she ever pick you?’

“Stop it,” he growled against the hardwood table, as he banged his head harshly. 

‘Look at yourself. Do you really think that her kiss meant anything?’

“Stop it!” 

‘She pitied you,’ it was like a whisper in his ear, but no matter how hard he pressed his palms against his head he could not stop the thoughts. ‘That’s why she said yes. That’s why she danced all night with you. That’s why she kissed you. She wanted you to feel what Krum felt, since no one else would ever want to.’

“Stop it!” His head banged against the table again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it, please!” And once more.

He was going crazy, he was talking to himself. His chest hurt so much. He felt like crying. He felt like screaming. He felt like punching, kicking, and vomiting all at once. He was begging Merlin for it all to stop. It was too much, his heart felt like jumping out of his throat.

He walked outside his dorm, and went to his Potions O.W.L. exams. He saw Hermione there, who seemed to be looking for him. He tried his best to hide behind Dean Thomas, who was ignoring Ron out of anger or fear. The written exam was not the difficult part of the day, instead it was the very end of it, Hermione had spotted him, and ran as quickly as she could towards him.

“Ron!” Hermione called. “Ron, please. Please just talk to me!”

Her voice was pleading, she was begging, and he knew she was about to cry. He had heard that voice whenever Harry would scream at the both of them during the summer at Grimmauld Place. He didn’t want to scream at Hermione. He didn’t want to make her cry.

‘Why was she even crying?’

‘Because you’ve embarrassed her,’ the voice spoke. ‘Imagine having to take you as a date to the ball, when just last year she had been the date of Viktor Krum.’

“Just leave me alone!” he barked at himself. And when he turned, he saw her. Hermione had stopped short, her eyes were red, and were brimming with tears. Without a single word, she just walked quickly away from Ron.

‘Nice one, moron.’

Ron just went back to his own dorm and began to think about how he was feeling. Hurting. Crying. Screaming. Kicking. He wanted to do this all at once, all at himself.

And that’s how Ron spent the next few hours of his day. He walked around his private dorm, sometimes he laid on his bed. His head filled with images of Krum, and Hermione, but now Ginny, Harry and the twins were there, mocking him, laughing at him. Sometimes, he tried to drown them out by hitting his head against his desk, or pushing his head into his pillow. Sometimes he felt such a wrathful and fiery anger that he punched his walls, making sure to cause as much damage as possible with the Dragon Magic, other times he felt so small, and useless that his own body seemed to crumble. 

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